Disclaimer: who, me? no, i don't own KH! silly peresons...
A/N: i'm so delightfully perverted. :)
Roxas stood in front of the mirror and frowned. Why the hell was this the only work available? And why the hell was this the uniform for said job?
Sighing, he tugged down the elastic band and pulled the final piece to the atrocious outfit and situated it on his head, arranging his spikes so that they were just so around the offensive object. A snicker made him spin toward the door that he could have sworn he'd locked and felt a blush intrude on his face.
"No one else has ever had the ability to turn me on wearing that." Axel smirked, leaning his shoulder against the doorframe and fixing Roxas with a scrutinizing gaze. Roxas' blush worsened, much to his chagrin.
"Shut up…pervert…" the blonde grumbled, turning back to the mirror and cringing at the sight. Upon his head was a bright array of yellow feathers, slightly limp at the top and causing the fixture to tilt to the side. His torso was adorned with a way too tight faded yellow shirt with the words "Don't Choke the Chocobos!"(1) written in royal blue on the back. The pants were an orange with horizontal creases down the sides, and waiting by the front door were a pair of red converse. He was the begrudged employee of Chocobo Ranch, the only establishment in the entire town that was hiring.
Axel shoved off from the doorway, sauntering up behind Roxas and wrapping his arms around his waist. "No, really, I find this very attractive right now." Roxas could feel his grin against his ear, and his face went beet red.
"How'd you even get in here? That door was l-locked, and I thought you w-were asleep?" Roxas tugged down on the top, crossing his arms over his chest. He tried to move his face away from Axel's, becoming uncomfortably hot all of a sudden.
"Mmm~ you know I've got skills…and I knew you got a job with a uniform so~ I wanted to see it~." Axel drawled, tightening his grip on the smaller boy's waist. "And boy am I glad I did, cause this is…" Axel blew against his ear, "hot."
"Okay, you had your look, n-now get off of me or I'll be late." Roxas started to try and pry the red head's hands away from him. A venture that ended with Axel pinning him to the mattress with his hand up the blonde's shirt and lips sucking his collar.
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"…And that's why I was late." Roxas ended to his whispered explanation. He was blushing throughout the entire story while Kairi doctored up his neck with make-up. "I mean, really, did he have to take it out on me? Couldn't he have just, I don't know, sat at home and…you know, instead of making me late?"
"Oh Roxas, Roxas, Roxas." Kairi finished her administering of cover up and shook her head down at her childhood friend, "Why jack off when the real thing's so much better?"
Roxas' blush deepened as she giggled and wriggled her eyebrows at him, skipping away to make up an excuse to tell their boss. Her outfit, though cute on her, was even worse than his was as far as showing how perverted their employer really was. The yellow top for girls showed their midriff and the bottoms were orange mini skirts, like the kind school girls wore.
Today was going to be a long day.
"I'm ho-ack!" Roxas was thrown back by something giddy and red headed when he opened the door to their apartment. They fell hard onto the floor, Axel singing Disney songs at the top of his lungs to cover up the colorful swears coming out of the injured blonde's mouth. Before Roxas could recover, he was slung over the still singing red head's shoulder and was carried into the apartment; the door kicked and locked shut behind them.
"Roxas my dear, are we having fun tonight~!"
"Just don't get anything on my outfit; I have to wear it tomorrow." Roxas gave up, resting his chin in his hand as he was whisked away for a very active night.
(1): a reference to Dualism's Surgeon General's Warning.